#foldable like a damn lawn chair

[duality-disability]

ah yes, daydreaming of owning a good quality manual wheelchair so i dont have to worry about my legs giving out from under me. A normal, ablebodied daily activity

[preferredrealty]

Brooding - A CEO!Shawn Mendes Imagine

(Another side piece to Prize which can be found here : MASTERLIST) 

Warning: Smut (Sorry! I suck at writing smut!)

"Damn it!” Shawn groaned, his eyes focusing on (Y/N) who was nursing another damn baby. “You good bro?” Connor laughed nudging his best friend. “I don’t know.” Shawn grumbled looking around the garden. It was decorated in bright banners and pictures of eggs and bunnies. It was (Y/N)’s idea to host a Easter dinner and party at their place for everyone, making sure to include that there would be an egg hunt for the kids.

 “C’mon, talk to me what’s happening?” Connor pulled Shawn to sit on one of the foldable chairs on the lawn as they watched the kids giggle and run around, screaming with joy when they found a egg, running to show ‘aunt (Y/N)’. “I just..” He paused watching as (Y/N) handed the new born back as two of the older kids grabbed her hands, pulling her to join the egg hunt. “Look at her man. She so happy.” Shawn whispered staring at her as she lifted one of the kids to reach an egg that was perched on a tree.

 “I want to have a baby.” Shawn spilled. Connor had just taken a gulp of beer, which he choked on as Shawn said those words. “Shit man!” Shawn laughed slapping Connors back.

 “Connor? You okay hun?” (Y/N) askes as she walked up to the two men. Shawn grinned watching as the flowy skirt of her blue dress flowed in the slight breeze before he nodded. “His drink went down the wrong tube babe.” He smiled at his wife. “Oh I hate when that happens.” (Y/N) cringed before throwing her arm up, thumb pointing behind her shoulder. “Well if you’re feeling up to it, the kids want you and Brian to play the giants game again.” Connor groaned pushing himself up. Grumbling about being beat up by a bunch of kids. 

(Y/N) watched him go with a smile, almost squealing as Shawn grabbed her waist pulling her down to sit sideways on his lap. “Hey wifey.” He grinned pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Hey husband.” She laughed combing her fingers through his hair. “You having fun?” Shawn asked her, his nose tracing her neck. “Mhmm.” (Y/N) sighed leaning into him. “I love playing the host.” She whispered, relaxing into Shawn’s chest. “It suits you.” Shawn whispered back, one hand subconsciously tracing shapes on (Y/N)’s lower stomach just above her hip. “Hey I was wondering if-“ Shawn was cut off by yelling from across the garden.“(Y/N)! Help!” Connor screamed as s kid sat on the back of his head, pushing his face into the grass. Brian could barely be seen from the amount of kids crushing him. “Just a sec!” She giggled turning to Shawn “What were you saying baby?” She asked. Shawn shook his head, the timing was wrong anyways. “Just wondering if you wanted to order takeout later?” (Y/N) nodded eagerly pressing a kiss to Shawn’s cheek jumping up clapping her hands to catch the kids attention. “Who wants come ice-cream?” She was met my loud screams from the kids who ran to follow her into the house. 

Connor and Brian fell to the ground in front of Shawn. Connor pulled in a breath of air before speaking, “So, you’re gonna have a baby huh?” Brian’s head shot up a shocked look on his face. “You’re fucking what?!”

-

The house was finally empty after a hectic day, still having some left over buzz from the day (Y/N) got to work, cleaning the house. Shawn stood with his arms crossed over his chest watching as his wife danced around the kitchen bare foot, the blue dress still flowing as she moved. “Okay! Enough, we can the rest tomorrow morning!” Shawn grunted, wrapping his arms around (Y/N) walking them both to the couch as she laughed.

(Y/N) smiles as she moved so she was straddling his lap, placing her hands on his cheeks causing Shawn to smile too as he turned his head, kissing the palm of (Y/N)’s left hand feeling the cool ring on his skin. “So..you going to tell me what’s been bugging you all day?” (Y/N) smiled running her fingers through Shawn’s curls. Shawn’s head dropped onto her chest with a sigh. “How’d you know something was bugging me?” He let out a soft sigh as (Y/N)’s nails scratched just the right place. “I’m your wife baby. I know you like I know myself.” She giggled pulling lightly on Shawn’s curls getting him to look her in the eye. “Talk to me baby.” (Y/N) whispered, her eyes searching Shawn’s. “Is it something with work? Anything I can help you with?”

 Shawn’s face almost split as he smiled, his mind trying to process just how perfect his wife was. Bringing his hands up to rest of the back of her thighs Shawn pulled her closer, she now had to look down at him to make eye contact. “I want to have a baby with you.” He whispered, eyes flickering between hers.

(Y/N) sat in shock for a moment, her heart hammering so hard she was sure Shawn could hear it. It had been on her mind to bring up starting a family with Shawn. She just never expected him to bring it up first. Chewing on his bottom lip, Shawn brought his hands up to rest on her hips. “What do you say baby? Start a family with me?” (Y/N) nodded her head with a bright smile, her hands coming down to cup Shawn’s face. “Yes, yes I’ll start a family with you!” She giggled as tears welled in both their eyes. Shawn’s hands covered hers on his cheeks leaning forward, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, both unable to stop smiling. 

“Well Mrs Mendes, we should get started.” Shawn’s hands grabbed (Y/N)’s thighs as he stood up causing her to scream, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her head tipped back in laughter as Shawn trailed kissed down her neck.

They fell onto their bed in a giggling mess, Shawn propped himself up on his arms, staring down at (Y/N). “I love you.” He whispered with a smile as he ducked down kissing her with every ounce of love he felt for her. His hands gently traced her skin as he removed the blue dress, leaving her in a lacy white lingerie set. Groaning Shawn’s head fell on her chest, kissing his was down to her stomach, causing a small moan to erupt from (Y/N). 

He grinned up at her as his fingers slipped into the sides of her underwear, slowly dragging them down her legs, kissing his way back up her legs to her stomach. “Can’t wait to see you growing our baby.” He whispered against her belly, kissing his way up to her lips are he undid her bra, tossing it aside.

(Y/N)’s fingers made quick work of unbuttoning Shawn’s white shirt, sliding her hands underneath to slowly push it down his arms. Shawn pushed his black slacks and briefs down his legs, setting between (Y/N) legs as he kissed random patches around her neck. His hands found hers, his fingers locking between hers as he pressed them into the pillow on either side of her head. Letting go of one hand, he held himself in place, pressing a final kiss to (Y/N)’s lips. “Ready?” He asked breathlessly. (Y/N) nodded using her free hand to push his curls back from his face. 

With one final move, moans tumbled from both their lips as Shawn guided himself into her, his hips stuttered at the feeling. “God baby!” He gasps as he moved his lips in a slow rhythm against hers, one of her arms were thrown around his neck, her head thrown back in bliss as they rocked slowly together. Shawn’s free hand held her thigh as her leg hooked over his hip. His chest pressed flush to hers as he pressed kisses along her forehead, down to her cheeks then finally her lips. 

(Y/N) smiled into the kiss, pulling back to meet Shawn’s deep brown eyes staring into her. “I love you Shawn!” Her whisper was broken by a moan as Shawn hit just the right spot. Her other leg came up to his hip, pulling him impossibly close. Shawn gasped for air and he was pulled in deeper than ever before, feeling his high coming fast. “Baby..I can’t-“ He was cut off by (Y/N) pressing her lips to his. “I know baby.” She whimpered feeling the familiar tingling sensation in her stomach. A symphony of moans filled their bedroom as they came together, Shawn’s entire weight collapsed on top of (Y/N) as she took a deep breath, her fingers running up and down Shawn’s back. Shawn pressed a kiss to (Y/N)’s collar bone, lifting his head to look her in the eyes before they both giggled, the idea of them having a baby soon making them excited.

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@turtoix @ashwarren32 @shawn-youth @infinityflamesworld @thotmendes​ @lanallaa​ @michellemxndes

[s-horne]

28 for superfamily!

“What in everything that is holy is that?”

Harley bumped into Peter’s back when he stopped dead on the lawn. “What?”

“That,” Peter said, pointing at the vehicle parked up on their drive. “Come on, Harl. Don’t tell me you can’t see that thing. Look at it! It’s the size of our old school bus. What the hell–”

“Language!”

Harley snorted at Peter’s eyeroll and turned to greet Steve as his Pops stepped out of the front door, Mary on his hip.

“Seriously, Pops,” Peter said, accepting Mary when she squealed and reached for him. “Where did Dad even find this? It’s huge.”

“That’s what your Pops said.” Tony followed Steve out onto the lawn, a wide grin on his face and a couple of cool bags in one hand, keys in the other. “And I don’t just mean the–”

“Nope,” Harley cut in, holding his hand up in anticipation. “You can stop that right now.”

Tony smirked as Steve just sighed, resigned and used to the antics of his family.

“Seriously, though,” Peter said, bouncing a little to keep Mary amused as she reached out for his hair. Her little fingers could hurt. “What’s with the coach?”

“It’s not a coach, you monster,” Tony said, smacking Peter on the back of the head as he walked past to load the bags into the trunk. “It’s a mini-van.”

“Not very mini,” Harley muttered, holding out a hand to tickle Mary when she lunged for him. The girls always wanted to be close to their brothers whenever they were home from college, and the boys were happy to oblige. “Could fit my college football team in there.”

Tony huffed, walking back over and taking his youngest daughter into his arms. “Ungrateful brats. Give me my angel. You won’t bully Daddy, will you?” Mary went to Tony happily, babbling as he repositioned her on his hip. “Right? My favourite–”

“Tony! Don’t finish that sentence! You’ll give them all a complex.”

Meeting Harley’s eyes, Tony winked. “Yes, darling,” he said to Steve, turning to head back into the house and fish out their last child. “Whatever you say, darling.”

Steve shook his head, albeit fondly, and was about to speak when a bundle of energy crashed into his legs. With an exaggerated groan, Steve stumbled forward a few paces, much to the delight of the girl attached to his leg. The air filled with loud giggles.

“Beach day, Pop!” Morgan cried, lifting her arms into the air. “Beach day!”

Bending down effortlessly, Peter swept in and swung her through the air. “Beach day, baby!” he said, tickling his sister’s stomach until she squealed. “You all packed and ready to go?”

“Took my colours,” Morgan said, wide smile ever prominent. Her curls had fallen loose from her ponytail already and were sticking to her forehead despite the number of clips trying to hold them back. “And my tutu.”

“Your tutu? Wow!” Harley commented, taking some foldable chairs from Steve and walking down to the van. “Gonna be the prettiest baby on the beach.”

“You’re all ready to go in the van then, aren’t you, babe? The stupidly big truck that could seat 700 people?”

Steve laughed at Peter’s words and Harley’s eyeroll. He stepped back to look at it when he’d deposited Morgan’s bag by her car-seat and tilted his head. “It is quite big, isn’t it?”

“Quite big?” Peter repeated incredulously. “It’s insane, isn’t it, Morg? Yes, it is. Yes, it is.”

Harley had always been the quieter of the two Stark-Rogers boys, from childhood right through to their college years, so it was no surprise that he was the one who shot Steve a sheepish and considering look.

“It is a little large, Pops.” His tone had an edge of apology to it and Steve chuckled at his gentleness. “Why did you need it this size? Got any other kids that you need seating for?”

“Yeah,” Peter chimed in, “I thought Mary was your mid-life crisis? You said no more kids after Morg and then, bam.”

Steve laughed again, reaching an arm out to pull Harley to his side and waving at Morgan when she shouted at her name. “Definitely no more kids,” he assured them all. “The four of you is enough – too much, one might say. Your dad just… well. I have no idea why, really. He went on and on for ages about making sure we had enough space for a family holiday.”

“Baby girls do have a lot of stuff,” Peter commented, dipping Morgan and pulling her back up before she hit the ground.

“And so do sweaty, teenage boys.” Tony reappeared on the lawn, Mary asleep on his shoulder with her face half-hidden in her teddy – Peter’s old one, to be precise. How she’d managed to fall asleep through the racquet her siblings had made was anybody’s guess. “I need a coach to fit all of your dirty laundry on whenever you decide to come home.”

“Oi!” Peter said through a laugh, bouncing Morgan on his hip again as a distraction when she tried to lunge to Tony. “But come on, Dad. What do you know about driving a vehicle this size? You’re meant to buy a sports car when you lose it, not a bloody–”

“You cheeky sod! You better not corrupt my angels on this damn holiday,” Tony grumbled, nodding at Morgan giggling into Peter’s chest. “They’ve been so sweet without you pair of goons here. And they have at least a few more years of thinking Daddy is amazing, so shut it.”

“‘Mazing!” Morgan cried, lifting her arms in the air and grinning, baby teeth fully on show. “Daddy, ‘mazing, Daddy!”

“Isn’t he just?” Steve cooed as he reached over and took her from Peter. “We love Daddy.”

Harley laughed as Peter rolled his eyes again. “It’s not that we don’t love Dad, but we also value our limbs.”

“Exactly,” Peter said. “I have a match when I got back to college in two weeks. Could do with all my bits and bobs still attached.”

“I’ll personally claw off your bits and bobs if you don’t shut it,” Tony growled, sticking his tongue out at Peter’s faux-shocked expression. “Go get your bags.”

“And you want your children to stay angels? Honestly, Dad. Bad influence.”

“I’m going to leave you here and you won’t come on the damn family holiday.”

Peter laughed as he bent to pick up his duffle. “Keep talking to me like that and I won’t want to come.”

“Oh, you two!” Steve shouted from the van, “shut up and get in the deathtrap.”

“Everyone,” Tony said loudly, one hand covering Mary’s ear as he did so and the other darting out to smack Steve on the arm. “Get in the damn van before I steal my favourite children and leave you all here.”

With one last wide grin to show he didn’t really mean any of it, Tony turned on his heel and headed for the mini-van.

Harley caught Peter’s eye and they both spluttered a laugh, looking back to watch Steve try to corral Morgan to sit in her seat on the van and be buckled in and Tony try to jump up the step with a sleeping baby in his arms.

“Not to be dramatic, but I think we’re all going to die.”

“Wouldn’t be a Stark-Rogers family holiday without that threat, though, would it?” Harley laughed, clapping Peter on the shoulder and lifting his own bag onto his shoulder. “Also, shotgun backseat.”

Peter’s outraged cry followed him all the way to the van.

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[bewaretheundead91]

Michael Langdon (prior to outpost) X Reader 

Ages will change over time If I continue leading to outpost Michael.

Summary: Y/N is a Senior in high school, her parents made her move from their large modern home to an old house, perfect for a restoration project, in an old neighborhood. Murder House dwells just across the street from her. During a fall night, she is dared to go check it out.

A/N: I suck at summaries. This isn’t really edited or meant to be taken too seriously. Just something fun I wrote quickly. I like to imagine different ways Michael’s plot could have gone. The third part of my other Michael fic should be posted today or tomorrow.

I guess let me know if you like it and want me to tag you in the next update? 

Dare

It was the weekend before halloween and y/n’s folks were out of town. To celebrate some alone time without the parentals, y/n hosted a bon fire in her backyard after the big game. The football team had just lost against their rivals and y/n was even happier that she had a place everyone could just relax. Theater kids to cross country runners to football players to debate team members were in attendance. There was even an aspiring DJ, with a set up on the back patio blasting their latest mixes. And this kid was good. Y/N’s parents had money, money to buy old houses and to do whatever they wanted with them.

Y/N grabbed a beer from a cooler next to the DJ set and looked up into the darkening sky,  above, circling were large black birds. They were going around and around forming a dizzying cyclone shape over the house across the street. With a quick twist her beet was opened and she took a long swig. Keeping her eyes up at the sky she made her way down the wooden steps of the patio, past her large in ground pool, and down toward the controlled fire in the center of her large back yard.

“Hey Y/N!” Someone shouted colliding with her shoulder. “Watch out!”

“Oh sorry dude,” She laughed blinking her eyes and moving her gaze from the sky to a girl she recognized as someone who sat behind her in pre calc. The girl looked up and lifted a brow in confusion. “Just a little distracted tonight. Enjoy the party! Pizzas in the house.”

With one last glance up, Y/N made her way to the fancy fire bit her mother put in and sat down in a foldable chair. She took another sip of her beer and just watched as her peers danced in the background, drinking too much cheap beer, and trying to appease their unstable hormones with a quick hook up. The thought of college apps wafted around in her head.

“None of that,” One of her friends shouted, he sat down in a neighboring chair. His girlfriend came trailing behind him giggling. She was drunk. “You made the perfect score on the ACT and you’re going to get into the first college you applied for.”

“Yeah Y/N,” His girlfriend agreed. “You’re like hella smart.”

“I don’t know guys,” Y/N said looking up at the sky again. The birds were still swarming. “Jake aren’t you a little nervous about getting in and Leah aren’t you afraid for your future?”

“Y/N,” Jake said. “We are, we just understand that we need to let loose while we still can because the big bad college is going to suck our souls from us with all the homework we’re about to gain. You’re parents aren’t home you should be living it up more than those drunk stumbling marching band kids in the corner of your kitchen.”

“You’re right!” Y/n took another sip of her beer and looked back at her lit up house. Two kids were attempting to make out. She laughed.

Surrounding the fire were her closest friends, all from different clubs and organizations on campus. They were popular, there was no denying that. Y/N though popular, was only made so due to knowing her closest group of friends all of her life. Also having parents with money and an occasional plane to through big parties didn’t hurt either.

“So tell me about this old house your family decided to move into?” Jake asked. “It’s really old. Like made in the late 1800s old.”

“My mom has this thing for restoration, you know that,” Y/N said fidgeting with her oversized denim jacket. She pulled the sleeves of her long sleeve stripe top out from the cuffs of the denim. “Nothing weird happens here. It looks creepy, but noting happens here. Like at all.”

“Yeah right,” Another friend spoke up, it was her friend Cally, a softball player. “Let me guess you’re barely sleeping. Or you're sleeping with the lights on.”

“Honestly nothing happens here, it’s just really fucking old and everything creaks.” Y/N says annoyed. She downs another sip of her drink. She was starting to feel buzzed. She hated being a light weight.

“That’s the ghosts dude,” Jake laughs. “If you hear creaking at night, it’s the ghosts making themselves known.”

“No I think that’s just old floorboards and door hinges needing to be greased up.” Mac cuts in, Cally’s girlfriend, another softball player.

“Nothing happens here, but the old house across the street that’s a different story.” Y/N perks up an eye brow.

“Murder house right?” Cally shouted with a spark in her eye. “I’ve heard about that house.”

“We’ve all heard about that house,” Jakes girlfriend chimed in.

“I didn’t know about it until I moved across the street from it.” Y/N says shaking her head.

“But aren’t you like into spooky shit?” Mac asked. “Vampires and zombies.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m into true crime and murder,” Y/N challenged. “But that’s how I know my house isn’t haunted and well the one across the street is.”

“What are you saying?” Cally asked.

“Am I the only one noticing the birds swarming above and across the street?” Y/N says.

“It’s dark and everyone has had a bit too much to drink so probably,” Jake said looking up. He looks up and he jumps in his seat. His girlfriend falls to the damp grassy ground. “What the hell?”

“Maybe something died there,” His girlfriend says. “Like a cat or someone hit a deer.”

“Do those look like buzzards to you Leah?” Y/N asked. “Because they look like crows to me.”

“Okay it could just be a weird weather pattern.”

“This is LA, what is weird about the constant sun and smog?” Y/N asked. “There isn’t even barely a breeze.”

“But how does having a lot of birds flying around your house make a claim house being haunted, other than the fact that a lot of people died there?”

“I don’t know maybe the fact that a lot of people died there?” Cally said. “Not just died, but like murdered.”

“Let me continue with what I was saying,” Y/N said annoyed. She quickly chugged the remaining liquid in the glass bottle she held and through it at the fire. “I’ve seen lights on in the house at night.”

“Faulty wiring.” Mac huffed and crossed her arms.

“I’ve seen movement behind the curtain covered windows. When the lights are on, I’ve heard screaming, a boy screaming,” Y/N says pointing toward the direction of the house. “I also remember waking up around 3 in the morning to see people dressed in cloaks standing on the front lawn of that house.”

“Have you thought about just going over there and peaking in the window?” Cally asked. 

“Uh, no.” Y/N said bringing her jacket around herself tighter. 

“I dare you to.” Cally said with a smug look across her face.

“Why don’t you do it?” Y/N said shooting her a look.

“I’m not their neighbor, if someone actually lives in that house you can just say were checking up on them. Mention something about there being break in or noise complaints.”

“Uh, we are the noise complaints,” Y/N pointed to their friend blasting music. “That wouldn’t make sense.”

“Well you can’t back out of a dare.” Jake said.

“We are not even playing a game!” Y/N said.

“We just started,” Mac said with a lifted brow. “You can do this. I’ve got a bat in my trunk that you can take with you just in case.”

“What is she going to do with a damn bat against a ghost?” Leah asked.

“That’s not the point,” Mac said. “You’ve got yourself a keeper here Jake. It’s just in case actual people are in the house.”

“If I do this, you all owe me a coffee fix for the rest of the semester.”

“Deal.” They all said in unison. 

“And Cally, I want your lace up, high top boots.”

“Not happening.”

Y/N stood in her front lawn with a metal bat in hand, her friends were behind her. Her entire front lawn and street were lit up by street lamps. They casted a deep orange glow, but that same glow that lit up her lawn never touched the lawn across the street from her. She looked down at her shoes, new Vans that had yet to be completely broken in, with it’s white details against the black still very white. She quickly bent down and tied the laces tighter, hoping to not trip over the long laces.

“You’re stalling,” Jake shouted. “Just go. We’re right here man.”

“Shut up Jake!,” Leah shouted and Y/N heard Jake groan when an elbow hit his side. “You’re going to wake the neighbors.”

“Oh they are still awake. We are loud as hell,” Mac said. “But you are stalling.” 

Y/N looked back at her friends and gripped the bat until she felt it slide against her sweaty palms. She checked her phone battery life, it was at 75%. She let out a sigh and slid it into her back pocket. Before stepping into the street she looked both ways, the whole street was lit up with street lamps and there were no signs of cars. She walked faster wanting to get the whole dare over with. They said to look in a window, but not go in. The door probably wouldn’t be unlocked.

Once on the unkept property an odd feeling creeped down her shoulders to her feet. She swallowed hard and took in a heavy breath. Quickly she turned around leaving the house at her back and saw her friends had walked closer to the street and shot a thumbs up beneath the lights. Y/N nodded and took out her phone, she turned the flashlight app on and lit up the property from it’s darkness.

“I’ve got this,” She whispered to herself. “I can do this, no one lives here and It’s just me looking into the windows.”

Y/N walked toward the house, cautiously looking at the over grown bushes and weeds that that created irregular shadows against her phone light. From the corner of her eye she thought she saw a figure and flung the light toward the direction. The light exposed moss and vines swaying on their own.

“What the fuck,” She whispered. “There’s not breeze.”

Another movement came from out the corner of her other and she flung the light towards it’s direction. When the light hit the area she swore she saw two little girls, but nothing was there. The light of her phone had exposed a window that she could peek in. She shook her head and practically hopped over toward the window. 

Once the light of her phone his the window she took a peek in. The house, though old and supposedly vacant,  looked clean and lived in. She propped her phone against the window with the light directly against and cupped her hand against the glass.

“This doesn’t make sense,” She said to herself. “No one lives here.”

Y/N grabbed her phone and walked away from the window. She jogs over toward the front door and decided she wanted to try and go in. She could hear her friends shouting for her not to go in. She grasped the door and it opens. Heat from the house hit her like a fever hot flash.

“What the?” She says. “Why is it so hot?”

The feeling she felt turned into churning anxiety at the pit of her stomach, but she took a step into the house anyway. The door behind her shut slowly and it made her jump sending her further into the house and dropping her phone.

“Turn around and leave,” A faint voice whispered. She flung her head to the side where the sound came from. It was more like a gentle draft. “Gooo”

She bent down to collect her phone. After picking it up she checked her screen, it had not been shattered. She was thankful for phone upgrades. After examining for damage she shined the light to illuminate the place. She was in the foyer right now and could see an opening to a larger room. Sweat began to build at the back of her neck and she could feel it dripping down in-between her breasts. She yanked the denim jacket off and flung it against a wall.

“Turn back.” Another whispered.

“Who’s there?” Y/N shouted walking through the opening of the room she flung the light of her phone everywhere. In the room were leather couches and a wooden desk. “How long has this been in here?”

“Leave now…”

“If you’re a damn ghost show yourself.” Y/N’s voice began to shake. She pushed up the sleeves of her shirt feeling too hot. Her hair began to feel soaked by the sweat now. “It has to the be alcohol. I’m drunk. No one is there.”

She walked until she found a stairway. It was grand and beckoned for her to go up stairs. Before she could take a step she she heard a dripping sound against the wooden floor and felt something trickling down her nose. Her head swam from the heat and alcohol, her stomach churned with anxiety, and now her nose bled in reaction to it.

“I must be really anxious.” She spoke to herself trying to calm down. “It’s an old house. Old hoses make noise. We know this.”

Y/N nose only bled when she was really anxious. She watched as another drop of her blood fell to the hardwood floor and splash back up. She internally cursed at herself. Now she had defaced property. 

She went up a few steps toward the upper level and the whispers became louder taunting at her. All shouting, leave, get out, and he will wake!

“He?”  Y/N asked shaking her head, her head now pounded with a pressure and pain and she felt as if she would vomit. She swayed a bit on the step she just took and the metal bat lazily slipped from her sweat drenched palms. “Who.”

She hazily looked up toward the stop of the stair case and caught a glimpse of a teenage boy wearing nothing, but boxers. His hand placed in his hair. He tilted his head to the left and examined her. Y/N jumps and her body lost it’s balance. Trying to regain it she took another step, but then stumbled backwards. She fell backwards and landed at the bottom with a quiet thud. With her eyes still open watched as the stranger ascended down the steps toward her. She tried to get up and to grab her phone, but her head still pounded. More trickling of blood tickled at her face, this time at her left temple. 

“Shhhh.” A voice cooed. And Y/N collapsed backwards toward the hot ground.

She was in and out, she felt like she was floating. Y/N opened her eyes to see her head was resting against the strangers bare arms and her leg dangle against his other. His blonde shaggy locks gently swaying in her face. There was a peculiar expression across his face. She breathed.

“Shhhh.” The stranger said again, the expression turned into a sympathetic smile. 

Y/N passed out in the strangers arms.

[olivay-official]

Heroes and Masks

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

I growled as I made another attempt to reel back, away from his grasp.

“Don’t scream. I promise I’m not here for you,” He tried to assure me. Taking a deep breath I nodded looking him in the white eyes of his mask. Confident I would no longer scream he let go of me.

“How do I know you are who you say you are?” I asked skeptically backing up towards my couch.

“Are you serious? Come on look at me?” He chuckled. I eyed his blue and black suit. While clearly not a cheap costume, cosplays did still exist and would be the perfect cover for breaking into someone’s place.

“You’re wearing a mask,” I pointed out.

“Uh yeah I’m always wearing a mask,” He countered. Reaching my hand back behind the couches arm rest I wrapped my fingers around the wooden baseball bat. In one fluid motion I reeled back letting the bat fly into my intruder’s head with deadly force. A sharp crack made me think maybe I had won. Upon further inspection I found my bat splintered in two and the man before me standing tall as if I had barely touched him.

“Does that answer your question?” I could almost feel his smirk from beneath the mask. Adrenaline and terror swirling through me I brought the broken point of my bat to his throat.

“What do you want from me?” I asked voice shaking. Nightfall raised his hands up in surrender.

“I want nothing from you,” He answered.

“Then why are you in my apartment?” I shouted.

“In my defense you weren’t supposed to be home yet,” He defended.

“My class was cancelled- what difference does it make!?” I screeched pushing the sharpened wood closer to his throat.

“Look I’m really not here to hurt you or steal from you or anything. I just needed to use your window,” He spoke calmly and clearly.

“Why?” I pushed again. I could already hear my heart thudding in my ears. One of Nightfall’s super powers was super strength. If he wanted to he could easily overpower me. I couldn’t stop him with my splintered bat.

“The view,” He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“The view?” I asked critically. My apartment building overlooked a run down house that looked like it should be condemned, and a empty plot of dirt. There was no view to speak of.

“Yeah, your apartment is the only one without trees or telephone poles getting in the way. Plus you have a more consistent schedule than the other tenants,” He told me as if we were having the most casual conversation about what to have for dinner. I pushed the bat into his throat some more.

“Get out. I-I’ll call the cops! You-you’re trespassing,” I stammered out. I could already feel my knees shaking.

“Whoa whoa look I just need your window for like two hours tops. There’s an arms dealer who lives across from you, I just need a little time to figure out when he’s moving his next shipment,” Nightfall reasoned with me. I shook my head. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck.

“Find somewhere else, Just- just get out!” I could scarcely breathe now. The weapon I wielded shook in my hands.

“You can trust me I promise, I’m really a good guy. Here,” He slowly reached up to pull his mask free, “is that better?” He asked. I wasn’t sure what I had expected Nightfall to look like but I wasn’t expecting him to be young. He looked to be no younger than 22 and no older than 26. He had dark hair sticking up in all directions from the mask and a dusting of scruff as if he forgot to shave that morning. His face looked friendly but I wasn’t fooled, he was still a Super after all.

“You can’t stay here- you just- I-“ without finishing my sentence I bolted for the front door going from fight to flight mode. Before I even reached the door Nightfall was there holding it closed. I cowered back from him. Did I forget to mention that Nightfall was also fast? Not faster than a speeding bullet but most definitely inhumanly fast.

“I can’t let you leave yet. I can’t have anything spooking the guys downstairs.” Nightfall nodded towards the window. My breathe shook catching in my throat. His hazel eyes regarded me quizzically as he tilted his head to one side. “Are you… afraid of me?” He asked knitting his eyebrows together baffled by the idea.

“Yes,” I whispered. His eyebrows raised, mouth falling slightly open. He took a step back from me but kept his hand on the door.

“Wow I uh- that’s new. Usually people aren’t this scared when they meet me.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he continued looking at me.

“I’m not really a fan of Supers,” I muttered. His eyes widened, darkening slightly.

“Huh, why is that?” He questioned. I set my jaw as I looked up at him. Not speaking only looking and trying to keep the fear and anger bubbling in me from overcoming my better sense. He opened his mouth as if to speak only for something to catch his ear. His attention turned completely towards the window. “Come on,” He whispered taking me by the wrist and pulling me towards the window. I whimpered as I pulled against him. “Shhh. Here if it’ll make you feel better take this back.” He scooped the broken bat up off the floor and handed me the mangled stake. I gripped it hard in my other hand as he pulled us towards the window. A foldable lawn chair sat in front of the open window. Slowly he sat in the chair intently focused on the house across the street. Letting go of my hand he spared me a glance. “I’m fast, I’ll catch you before you run out that door,” He informed me before turning back towards the window. I swallowed hard.

Across the street in front of the run down house of interest were two men meeting at the side of the building. They were clearly talking but nothing I could make out from this distance. As a Super Nightfall would be able to hear them just fine. That was another thing about Super’s they all had heightened senses. With Nightfall focusing on the men across the street I took a slow step back reaching into my pocket for the small blade I would find in there. It wasn’t much but If I could get one good shot in I might make it to the door before him. I slowly flipped the blade out taking another steady breath as I looked towards him once more.

“Even if you could hit me hard enough for that blade to penetrate my skin it still wouldn’t be enough to slow me down,” He said without turning back to look at me. “But if it’ll make you feel better you can go ahead and keep it. But while we’re on the subject pepper spray wouldn’t do much and a stun gun might give you enough time to open the door,” He said casually sparing a glance back at me. He sat relaxed with his legs spread apart elbows on his knees. “You should sit down, I can tell you what they’re saying if you’d like.” He nodded to the ground next to him. Cautiously I sat next to him my entire body vibrating with fear.

“I’ve never hurt anyone you know,” He assured me.

“You put two guys in the hospital today,” I breathed.

“They were robbing a bank, you rob any banks recently?” He asked.

“N-no,” I stammered.

“Then you’re fine.” He shrugged turning back towards the window.

“Will you really leave a-after?” I asked unsure. He gave me a quizzical look.

“Well yeah I said I only needed your window for a couple hours, why would I stay?” He knit his brows together pulling  his head off of his head to look at me lips pulled in a frown. I gave him a wary look. His head swiftly shifted back towards the window. “They’re making a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” I asked cautiously.

“Not sure. They are talking about prices but they aren’t saying for what….. something about gathering the units being risky…. okay the other guy is telling him to look at some club and- what that doesn’t make sense! Are they dealing arms out of clubs now?” He shook his head as he continued to watch them. “And now they’re done again. Damn it!” He growled leaning back in his chair before glancing to the side at me and sighing. “So you don’t like Super’s huh?”

“No,” I answered hesitantly. He nodded pursing his lips as he looked out the window.

“Well look if you don’t like being around me you can go in your room. I’ll be gone in another hour it looks like, check out the club on Baker,” He told me looking out the window. I wasn’t sure what would be the right decision after all I had seen his face and in my room I couldn’t see him coming. I gripped my pocket knife in one hand and clutched the bat to my chest with the other. What was the safest option in this situation I wasn’t sure.

“My name’s Sam by the way,” He offered. I nodded in response. “Usually this is when you tell me your name.” He smirked. I offered him no name. “You know most girls are usually happy to run into me,” He sighed.

“I don’t know any girl who would be happy to find a masked man in her apartment,” I pointed out.

“Hey you’re making me out to sound way worse than I am. I’ve risked a lot here telling you my name and showing you my face,” He defended himself. I stiffened. He was right. I knew his name. I had seen his face. His only option was to kill me. I could already feel the panic creeping in my throat. Any minute now I would start hyperventilating.

“I won’t tell anyone I swear just don’t-“ I started in a shrill voice.

“Whoa whoa, calm down! I told you my name so you would know I wasn’t going to hurt you. I’m not a killer!” Sam cut me off. I stared at him questioningly. “You really don’t like Supers like at all,” He observed leaning back in his chair again.

“Let’s just say I haven’t had the best experiences with them, this being one of them,” I muttered.

“Look at this as an opportunity, you could stop a possible arms deal with me.” He gave me a wink. I pulled back brows together. How was this the proper situation for a wink?

“I don’t want to have any part of this,” I muttered. Sam shrugged in response.

“You have to admit it would be a great story if you did. ‘Regular girl stops major arms deal,’ the headline practically writes itself,” He chuckled turning back towards the window and shaking his head.  “They aren’t going to risk coming out of that house again tonight. Hey do me a favor if you see anything weird happening over there let me know alright?” He asked as he got up and began folding his lawn chair. He bagged the chair shooting me a smile as he through it over his shoulder.

“You-you’re leaving?” I asked hopeful but still scared.

“Well yeah, I got what I came here for. Mind if I use the front door? It’s easier than your back window.” He pointed  towards the front door. I nodded silently not trusting myself to speak. He smiled pulling his mask back on. Without another word he left out the front door. Legs shaking I made my way to the door locking it behind him. My body slid down the door until I curled into a ball on the floor. I took deep breaths to control my breathing to no avail. I had just survived an encounter with Nightfall. I knew his identity. I had seen his face. And I was terrified.

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53/100. City

53. City

Atop a broken and rusted parked engine in an old outdoor trainstation that was rarely touched, X sat with his eyes staring out toward a wall of garbage and well-adapted bushes and trees that looked like they’d be prickley to the touch. As he sat, glancing around dully, he took in the city he called his home with a resentful expression on his chiseled and darkly tanned face, a cigarette burning away between his calloused fingers. The familiar sounds of gunshots echoing through the narrow streets, the blaring car and bus horns despite it being past midnight, and the unforgivable wind that whistled through glass and around buildings like a monster. The wind was more powerful here in the city; the way the gusts bombarded through the alleyways, unable to flow freely like in the countryside. Instead the wind was forced down into small squares of space, compacting it and strengthening it tenfold. The smells were familiar too; the scent of urine, alcohol and garbage from what seemed like bottomless dumpsters clustered around the backs of restaurants and high rises where the wealthy people wouldn’t see. X let out a silent sigh, his breath bellowing out in a small cloud of smoke- a mixture of hot air meeting the cold outside and from the cigarette smoke he was holding in as long as he could from his last intake. He would often think to himself: Why the city? Why not somewhere more peaceful? Somewhere that smelled nice, where the people were kind? But then he would remember growing up in the city, arriving from a distant land and being left alone as a boy not even old enough to classify as a teenager. He remembered finding the city and never leaving. But why? He stood, turning over his shoulder and looking up at the station roof behind him, which was falling apart and rusted, having been corroded in more than a few places. He used the ladder he attached to the side of the roof that rested dangerously on top of the old engine and climbed up. His long legs and the accustomed routine of climbing to this particular place made him travel with ease, as if he were a shadow. He went to the highest point of the station that was safe enough to climb, which conveniently had an old foldable lawn chair he’d placed there a few months ago. It smelled from both rain and blistering heat, but he didn’t mind. He closed his eyes and plopped down, sucking out the rest of his cigarette and flicking the red hot butt off the edge of the roof. He exhaled smoke slowly through his nose and mouth and opened his eyes, letting the smoke clear with a gust of wind and looked out at the only place he’d ever been able to really call “home.” The haze of the city stood out against the navy sky like a giant firefly. The rusty orange faded gradually to meet the darkness, only the brightest of stars and planets were able to fight against the lights to be seen. Flashing neon signs that scattered about the streets, most of which were too far away to read, added a bit of spark and colour. Office buildings with some lights on, most off reminded X of the sky, the stars occasionally twinkling as a light in the office building flickered on and off from faulty wiring or a cleaning crew checking the lights. On the streets the roads could be clearly drawn out despite no lines visible from where X was perched, the glowing red of car breaks and the blinding shine of yellow headlights marked the right way to go. There was always one car that was missing a light somewhere, standing out from the rest in a commonly unique sort of way. When he would look into the lights, he felt peace. The chaos, the mess, the aggravation, it all seemed so worth it for the view. He ignored the smells, the danger lurking, the gunfire, and took in the beauty that a world of busy people had created, enjoying it not for its faults, but for what made the faults bearable. This city, his city, was a damn hellhole sometimes, but it was home. And home is perfect, even if it’s not.